* / but i'm a riot , [i]

[veronicabeau]

work it girl! A bright smile lit up the freshman's face, her eyes directed towards the hollering stranger as she gave him a generous shake of her chest, her spine bending as she leaned over. She shimmied her hips with little effort, hipbones rolling with grace and ease. When she'd finally grown a form, the fair-haired teenager had silently thanked her genetics for the big bones she'd been blessed with. Her parents had done her well, Veronica had gotten a wonderfully built body, and for once she was pleased with her parents. But, however how close she was to perfection, Roni could point out all her flaws in no time, and when alcohol wasn't running through her veins, such as now, she was the gentlest being alive.

But her she stood, her stilettos hitting against the base of the bar as she flaunted everything she had. A bottle was brought to her lips, her head craning as far back as possible to get every little drop out of the glassware. Her blonde hair spilled along her back, a hand reaching up to tease it. Such a show she was giving the crowd, and under other circumstances she'd laugh at anyone making a fool of themselves such as she was now. School started in only a few days, and here she was already making a bad repuation for herself. But none of those thoughts coursed through her brain as she dropped to her knees and brought herself back up slowly. Instead her eyes watched the young male looking at her skeptically, and she knew he didn't approve of what she was doing. Her shoulders rolled into a shrug as she turned her back to him, asking the bartender for another drink.

He shook his head vigourously, refusing to give her anymore drinks. Instead he gave her an apologetic look and shooed her off his table. She scowled, long legs dangly over the side of the bar as she brought herself to the dancefloor. Damn party-poopers, that's what they all were. Oh yeah, they were soo mature. Hanging around the club acting as though they have any sort of authority. With a muble of undecipherable words under her breath, Veronica moved to dance with a group of young adults she assumed were her age. She shook her hips with too much emphasis, anybody looking at her could tell she was drunk no doubt. The lights glimmered on her tight dress, her form looking as good as ever as she grinded on some guy. But as drunken as she was, she still managed to look at her best. Veronica was a Luxford for a reason. She always had a large sum of money, her clothes in the newest of styles and her looks up to date. Yes, she'd fit in great with this school. There was no doubting her superiority, her brilliance. She'd fit in just fine.

char; rooni. <3
muse; BLEHH. sorry. ):
words; fourseventyone.

[Nicole "Iris" Hendricks]

JUST A SECOND ITS MY FAVORITE SONG THEYRE GONNA PLAY

This was trouble. Already, Iris could smell it. No, she would not stand for this. Second year at the school, and some first year was taking the spotlight at the club. Oh, she'd seen her. Heard of her. But not like this. The girl was a partier..?! Mrs. Perfect?! How?!? It seemed like people either were pretty and god perfect grades but never went near alcohol or parties, or they were pretty and got shitty grades, but were the social spotlight. Both? Really? In a blonde, none-the-less? Ugh. Iris hated her already. But, curiosity peaked. She didn't like any hidden shadows in her book of people, she liked knowing everything. So, she would seize her chance to talk to little miss perfect. The trouble? Coming from the guys who were glancing far more at her than Iris.

Well, the behavior of dancing on the bar top might have had something to do with it, along with the rolling of her hips. She'd definitely shot back one too many. Well, at least she could dance, and didn't look like a total idiot.

Iris had arrived with three guys, Luxford guys she'd known all year, and knew she was safe with. She wasn't dumb enough to jump in the car with some random guys, no matter how much her reputation seemed to announce that she would. She wasn't here to get wasted, just here to take her mind off a few things. The alcohol would do that, but as much as she did drink, she wasn't in the mood for a hangover the next morning, not with a 5-AM wake-up for cheer tryouts. Oh, she was definitely going to make up, she wasn't worried about it. But she never missed practice, hangover or no hangover - preferably no hangover.

Where was she now? Her boys had drifted away onto the dance floor, leaving her at the bar alone to think. Think, think, think. Think about her ex, and think about that alone pit in her stomach. She pouted unintentionally, looking around the dance floor, away from the girl dancing. Iris needed friends. But, she hated people. Girls or boys, there was no one on the earth that she actually liked, including herself.

This time, alcohol wouldn't cure the lonely - not that it ever did, it just made it pour out her mouth to some random person who didn't really give a shit. Lust wouldn't cure the lonely - the three guys with her were purely just friends, and no one in the club popped out to her, especially with the ex on her mind. No one was remotely good looking with him in her head. She leaned against the bar, leaning on one leg, the other crossed over it daintily, her side pressed against the marble. She came in phone-less - where was she supposed to keep it, in her tight dress? She left it in the car. This was a good thing, especially when that second margarita was placed in front of her. Again, not drinking for the loneliness - but, she was drinking either way. The temptation to call him was getting stronger - Luke's car was parked outside, maybe she could juuuust run out for two seconds and call... ... ... No, she couldn't waste her time on this boy anymore. She wasn't weak, and this guy wasn't going to tie the cat down.

Her attention, again, was grabbed by Perfect (a name Iris had decided on, after lacking knowledge of her real name) when she came down off the bar. Denied a drink, that was pretty low. Iris had been there all too often. Where was perfect off to? She waddled her little ass (which, also, seemed perfect) over to the dance floor, right to one of her guy friends. Oh-oh-ho? And, he took to her quickly. Even though Iris would never get with the guy, a motherly flash of anger washed over her. Though he was up for grabs, Iris considered him her territory, and if she didn't know the girl, it wasn't okay for him to be dancing on her. Unfair, true, but that was how she saw it. She took another sip of her margarita, before finally clicking those black heels onto the floor, the red popping out underneath them like blood.

She made her way through the crowd, towards her friend and Perfect. Her manicured hand hit her friend in the chest, palm and fingers spread, and pushed him away from the girl. "Lay off Matt, she's wasted!" She yelled at her friend. He gave her an expression of 'What the fuck?!' but he was used to Iris's strange behavior, especially when it came to girls. Iris's other hand landed on the girl's upper arm, which pulled on her. As quickly as she'd entered the dance floor, she was out, and with her, she dragged Perfect, her fingers clamped on her upper arm. She pulled her off the dance floor, and to the bar, and then stopping and looking at her in a swift motion, eyes to her eyes. "Girl, what do you think you are doing?" she shot at the girl, in a voice that wasn't exactly as vicious as it could be, but wasn't motherly, either. It was protective. Why? Well, Iris had a few good reasons, after being in that girl's place freshman year - she knew every reason why not to walk out in a club, drunk as hell and alone. That, and she had been trying to find an excuse to meet this girl - drunk as she was, she had a few tricks up her sleeves.

& I CANNOT TEXT YOU WITH A DRINK IN MY HAND BABE

POST FOR veronica!
WEARING thiiiiiis!
NOTES: Blaaah sucky post. My first posts are always the biggest, expect like two-three paragraph posts after this from me, sorry for this huge one! Oh, and I powerplayed here I know, I was just doing it for the sake of moving things forward, so if you wanna say anything like Iris didn't successfully grab her or drag her or if you want to change any of how that played out, feel free to, I don't wanna make it seem like I'm trying to manhandle your character.. D: Aaaalso its 1:42 AM here... I'm so tired that this is probably really sucky, and when I wake up tomorrow and re-read it I'll be like wow, so many spelling errors..xD so again yeah, sucky post

[veronicabeau]

Her hands made their way to the air as she let out a small laugh, the alcohol making her enjoy the night way more than anyone could think possible. Her lips mimicked the lyrics of the blasting song, her mind not on the hands that grabbed at her hips, but on the night itself. Nobody could expect this was the new girl in school, the shy and intelligent Veronica Wilkens; delicate, blonde, petite freshman. But when she piled on the drinks everything about her changed- her stuck-up aura turned to one of vulnerability, shakey but still semi-composed. But even if the thought of being wild and just letting go never left her mind, she had decided long ago that she wouldn't let that side of her take control. Veronica would continue to be the over-achiever, for the sake of her name.

Her body would thump with the beat, her grip on reality slipping as she forgot about everything else in the room except for the music and her body. And then somebody was yelling- the tone not so soothing and assuring. A hand gripped at her arm viciously, her feet moving her away from the crowd once more. And then she'd felt incomplete when she was no longer surrounded. Her mind screamed at her, she belonged with these people. She, was in fact, one of them at heart. Veronica pushed the thought away from her head with force- never would she be one of them when in her right mind. She strugged to keep up with the person leading her, her stilletos prancing on the ground as she trotted as fast as possible to catch up.

The person turned back to look at her, obviously reaching their destitination. So it was a female, a pissy one at that. She screeched words at Veronica which came out as muffled blabble to her ears. A small palm came up to cover her grin and stiffle her giggle. She shook her head as though she were a child, eyes filled with innocence. Her index moved to poke at the stranger's moving lips, obviously fascinated by them. And then it would move vertically over them, as if to silence her. Veronica craned her neck to look back at the boy that was no longer there, already tired of the piss-poor welcome she'd gotten from a bad-tempered schoolmate.

char; rooni. <3
muse; oohsnaap.
comm; pssh. you're being too modest, i loved it. and it was barely powerplaying. it's coo', yo. and sorry that my reply was short, i got tired of replaying my song over and i didn't want to stray too much off subject for the post- which would have happened if i wrote another paragraph. c;
words; theeninetyfive

[Nicole "Iris" Hendricks]

JUST A SECOND ITS MY FAVORITE SONG THEYRE GONNA PLAY

Iris looked over the girl's face after snapping at her, and then suddenly had to hold against the urge to laugh. Not that she wanted to laugh at the girl, but at the alcohol level she was at, Iris knew exactly how the girl had to be feeling. And that was pretty damn good. She couldn't control the smile that tugged at her pink-glossed lips. She had all intention of further yelling at the girl at how dumb she was for dancing alone out there, especially with the what - almost 40 year old dude eying her? Even if he looked rich, she knew what it felt like to be alone at a club. Nothing good happened.

She cocked her head, her hair flowing to the side as she did so, eyes narrowing as the girl started giggling. She seemed so out of place - at least, to Iris. This chick was A+ material, she wasn't supposed to be grinding up on this club world. "Yeah, think its funny now I'm sure." She mumbled, and grabbed the girl's arm again, ignoring her shushing-motion. She pulled her to the bar stools, and pushed her down to sit on one. "Sit." She hopped up on the seat by her - the one she'd occupied earlier. She scooted her margarita closer to herself, putting the straw in her mouth, and chewing on the straw. "So.." She said, trying to keep the drunk girl's attention. Iris's friends had looked over at the two, wondering what was going on. It wasn't like Iris to try and befriend some random girl in a club. Well, for anywhere for that matter.

"Veronica, are you here alone babe?" She asked, fully aware of the girls name though they'd never met. Well, not officially.

& I CANNOT TEXT YOU WITH A DRINK IN MY HAND BABE

POST FOR veronica!
WEARING thiiiiiis!
NOTES: poopy post sorry!

[veronicabeau]

The smell of liguor coated her breath, the bitter taste leaving its trace in her mouth. But as hard as Veronica tried to maintain her sober-look, the look in her eyes indicated more than enough that she was well over the safe limit of margaritas. To anyone that prided themselves on being one of the smartest, and best looking this would be a big no-no. With the alcoholic fogging her common sense, there was no denying she'd made a name for herself by coming here. And deep down Veronica suspected this was what the girl wanted- to destroy anyone who could stand a chance. That small hint of genuine amusement that rarel left her face, seemed to slip away from her as quickly as her breath. The girl had mentioned her name, and had pointed out an obvious danger. Never had she felt so stupid, and surprise turned to anger.

She shifted awkwardly on the stool, more uncomfortable than she needed to be. So the girl knew about her, most of the schoolmates did. The stares and glares she got seemed to come with the school as a welcoming present. And then the fact remained that nobody liked a girl who could be possible competition. Her gaze was distant as she thought of her options very carefully, once or twice she'd blink and then the girl yet again managed to capture her undivided attention.

Shakey les crossed while Veronica put on a cocky expression. For the crowd. As was a bad habit of hers, a petite hand ran through the golden strands of hair. Her mind self-destructing while she worked to give the girl a response. '' Can't do much when you're tied down, silly. '' As if to add emphasis to her statement, she flicked her fingers in a small flirtatious wave to the boy she had been pulled away from. A fierce look flamed in her eyes as she stared once more into the girl's eyes. Yes, she knew this girl- more or less. Her name was Iris, if she wasn't mistakened. The rumors had been heard, and whether they were true or not really didn't matter. As fast as they'd gotten to her, Veronica suspected that true or not, they would hurt the girl if told to her face. The expression turned to one of innocence, a small shrug rolling off her shoulders. '' You of all people should know that, Iris. ''

char; rooni. <3
muse; ho'snaap.
words; idkidkidk